Last week Melbourne held its rarer than the Olympics Melbourne International Chamber Music Competition.
Some of the best classical musicians from around the world in ten odd days of high end arts that was punctuated by a day of film and discussion at the Wheeler Centre in Melbourne. Bringing up the rear, but with a good crowd who told me I didn't sound too moronic, was yours truly and french film maker Georges Zeisel, in a discussion moderated by Richard Moore of Screen Queensland, on classical music and film.
The response to Musica was great and it is a continuing blessing to me that it draws the reactions it does, this time to a decidedly un-surfing crowd who had me signing dvd's and chatting for quite a while afterwards.
A lot of fun, amidst some very fine people.
The weekend was an aftermath of the previous swell filled week, and beach breaks were the go. I'd loaded up the car prepping for a solo run when I get a text from young Harley, who has fallen in love with the Hynd finless.
"Going for a surf?"
"OK Harls, get here as soon as you can."
Always good company as we talk about art, painting and the universe, in no time we were in front of a lonely beach break peak, Harley having it all over Old Fatboy as he very rapidly approaches DH in facility on said board.
I was having a slow session, then a left started to appear on the sets on an outer section of bank. Lucking into a big 'un, the first of three was a great wave but had that "I've been on my forehand for far too long" feel about it.
Another two saw rhythm and muscle memory kick back, lovely long rides and a few fair turns..
Then I swapped, cold and stiff, on to the finless, wobbled a couple, frozen solid, so went in.
More art and the universe on the way back, fun day, could have been warmer.
The other thing of interest over the week was the Radio Marinara spot I did recently went to podcast, so you can listen if you feel so inclined.
Pics: the peak, with Harley eager to get wet, and the beach.